Raffles & Giveaways

@Adrasci Very cool intro! As for the questions you asked: [img alt=""]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/915113/91511229p.png[/img] [quote=Lullaby]"Light figments usually have more creative or environmental powers, like changing the weather or bringing their creations to life! Dark figments tend to have self or combat based powers like freezing things they touch or unnatural strength. But both sides have overlap and sometimes you have outliers. Just means more interesting friends for me!"[/quote] (Light and dark have themes but if you like one side more then there's plenty of room to make that work! The second question may be answered tomorrow.) @FeralRookie I'm glad the environment is a little unsettling to Charodei, these sort of spaces often are, I hope to continue that sort of vibe in the upcoming days XD @Fledhyris I love this dragon's look with the skin! The puppet creation definitely feels like a light thing, but light and dark are entwined and so you can go with whichever side you like more :) And yeah this SCP always hits me in the feels... @Seaserpent2 I like this interesting origin for Xara! I'm glad she's liking the tea too. For now, the rumors of the nightmare seem vague; supposedly it has powers similar to a light figment and is able to create things such as fog and clouds, but she doesn't get much more info that that. @TemeraireRaven Bluefire's power seems really cool! I can't wait to see it in action :D @Bobtail A lovely dragon! She seems like she has a strong sense of justice, a good addition to the team. @Aetherskyes I LOVE Discordian haha what a perfect representation of the vibe abby H pose gives XD I laughed a bit at the 'nailed it' after the brief interview. Looking forward to seeing more! @HillHouse Feel free to ping me when you finish your post, since I might not see it and mark as done otherwise! @Grandmore Ooh a really cool intro and explanation for how Ziphei and Empress (does she go by both names at once, or just one name at a time?) got here. I'm silly and can't stop thinking about 'noclipped into the backrooms.' But your writing style is fantastic!

(Day 1) [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/103604263][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1036043/103604263_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Glittering gold drips, but the droplets seem to dissipate into the thin air before they hit the ground. A glass orb filled with a similar glimmering sand, carried in a talon of claws which glowed with the like-light of sunrise. Something that belongs with the mingling of Light and Dark. But there seems to be only one choice here, so they will be Light. Of quiet mornings and splendorous sunsets. "Greetings." A voice softly echoes out. "Have a true name, i currently have not found, but you may address me as "Filigree". " Figment, or maybe a Visitor, a Pearlcatcher arrives, the cosmic waves and stars across it's body flowing serenely like water. They find their place amongst the rabble, sitting politely off to the side after fetching some of the autumn-leaf salad to try. The leaves munch well in their mouth, the dew of the cold morning still fresh on the palate, the acorns a pleasant garnish, with only easy positioning on the teeth and a practiced bite being enough to crunch through their shells. ([b]Rolled a 4[/b]) It wasn't the first time they had visited these uncanny realms of dream, yet it had become blatantly apparent that something was riling up it's denizens. "-it's unsettling. Whether intentional or not, this nightmare is changing the very fabric of our home, as if it's-" Another figment's voice interjected, this one sounding much more upset. "My Garden! It's Gone! The Nightmare swallowed it whole! One moment it was there, the next... [i]It was as if there was never a garden in the first place.[/i]" Troubling. That was the first word that came to Filigree's consciousness. [b]Troubling.[/b]

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/104271920][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1042720/104271920_350.png[/img][/url] "Oh! Hello hello! I'm Morus, nice to meet you! I like sewing - well, I like embroidery, and tatting, and weaving, but sewing is most of what I like to do - so I'm light? Making things is so delightful. Heh, de-light-ful." Morus giggles to himself for a moment, twirling and twining with the air. "It's very interesting here! Oh, I do like meeting new people. Though, I did hear something about a nightmare? Who's like a figment? That's scary. Did you hear about that?"

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94520153][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/945202/94520153_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][size=5][b][color=#FBEDF9]Elysium[/color][/b][/size][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94520153][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/945202/94520153.png[/img][/url][/center] Out of all things this Wildclaw had predicted to encounter, an inquiry was the last of them. Her gaze, half amused and half curious, rests on the figment in front of her, as if decoding the situation she's currently in. [i]"Young figment of imagination, what alignment do you possess? The light, or the dark?"[/i] The Wildclaw soon raises her voice to answer: [i]"What an odd question. Much as I would like to toss a coin and see what outcome Fate has in mind for me, I suppose heart-warming memories have always entertained me better than the...more unfortunate courses of events. No harm in playing the hero, I hope so. [b]Light, it is[/b]."[/i] Her curiosity as to how she got here can wait for later, she supposes. Elysium enters the waiting room, a bit caught off guard by the sight. The table was the first thing to draw her attention. If she's in a predicament that's more familiar, the Wildclaw would have taken her time to have a sip of tea and perhaps a slice of that crispy pie. Yet to her, there are more important things to attend to. As the first figment she met, the Director, introduces new companies, Elysium's quick to exchange formal greetings. She seems more invested in hanging out with the mirror doll, how could one not when such an adorable being is nearby? As for the Abberation, she gives him a quiet nod, respectful yet guarded. Happy with her new team, Elysium looks forward to the adventure ahead.

@ChaoticFriendzy Wow what a pretty dragon! Glad someone is liking the salad :3

@Wildclaw101 I like Morus' way of speaking, very bouncy-like and definitely fitting for a spiral!

@Everywhere The halo and skin look great on Elysium, I think Lullaby would be very impressed with her elegant appearance!

@pinglist-34554 [center] [size=7][b][font = fantasy]Monday[/font][/b][/size] ----- [/center] [size=4]The Director, Lullaby and the dark figment who has not named themselves yet approach the wall at the front of the room, and as if on cue the wall starts to shimmer. The Director touches her claw to it and the wall suddenly pales as though it were made of glass, and a scene starts to come into view: some sort of castle town floating in a sea of pink clouds. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/102661529][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/1026616/102661529.png[/img][/url] [quote=The Director][size=4]"The figment that supposedly knows how to end the curse is named Lightbulb. They are small, but shine brightly. Last time they were spotted they were near Somnia, the central region of this realm. Our goal is to locate and secure their safety before working together to break the curse once and for all." A tap on the 'screen', and the scene changes to that of a seemingly abandoned town. "Although all the dragons of the real world are under this curse, some nightmares may be able to possess their bodies while they sleep. We call them 'Sleepwalkers.' In these cases, you will need to find a way to deal with them without hurting them." [/size] [/quote] [size=4]The aberration silently shows off his black spear, which morphs shape before everyone's eyes into a lasso-type weapon. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/102661529][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/1026616/102661529.png[/img][/url] [quote=The Director][size=4]"The trip should be relatively short, but as we all know the dreamscape is ever-changing, and you may find yourselves drifting into bubbles of dreams not yet discovered. Lullaby has a way to help you all navigate, but keep your eyes sharp and your minds yet sharper. I will be watching and will offer my assistance should the need arise. Now go, make the most of the fleeting daylight." [/size] [/quote] [size=4]And thus the group sets off. Stepping outside, the dawn light warms you against the crisp morning air. Currently it looks like you're at the summit of a grassy hill; the edge of a forest beckons in the distance, with a field of green between it and the group. The grassy field around the hill is idyllic and seems to be untouched by civilization, growing up to waist height for taller figments while those that are small like Lullaby seem to be swallowed up by the foliage entirely. Still, it's easy enough to follow him as he holds a one-sided conversation with his companion, whose name seems to be Mortemer. As you enter the forest, light filters in from the canopy above. It is quiet here, with only the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind for company. It is a lonely silence. The roots are thick and twisted, and you continue for a long time through this unchanging forest, taking breaks when they're needed. As the sun reaches its zenith above, things start to change in your surroundings. Lullaby instructs the group to stay close as you transition to this new dream. When you cross the threshold, things are much different. Now, it seems you're in some sort of kitchen area, except everything is far larger than what you'd expect. A teapot near you looms several heads taller than even the largest figment in your group. Peering over the countertop edge, you spot a silver-spun dragon skittering across the kitchen floor, being chased by several small nightmares that look like mice. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90338115][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/903382/90338115_350.png[/img][/url] [quote=Anima][size=4]"Back, foul beasts! Enough!" She spins to face the nightmares, and unsheathes two gleaming silver blades. Although it looks like she's putting up a good fight, it's clear that she is somehow injured.[/size] [/quote] ----- [size=4][b]EVENT TABLE (optional!)[/b] For a bonus challenge, [url=https://www.google.com/search?si=ACC90ny192iaUSuwhFDqk_RapbdvYmQjJvNYqP5lSln20YE8eY8e5r3Hea98mqzPN9pMRpmYC2QJwpPcgKrRCj0VURFc4HbmwBboVPXUM6nUpIAl2AU7u8GaW-lRlJ-cV4FZm8nWatstH-jZHZTf9YDzrzV7EuPPEHxXH3VBaeS8IdWrCNIc8BVurNZbkKVu15c2tkkegD6zOot33kjqHfjwtTFRYIPamGZe_-iaKq0lPS5Px8gt9ftjUUunK24t7s61j7gkWB1zrUYwyg4HDhjIrU8IKcMZs0uRBDMwRWLtaVrp-HfQaue3lm_LRg-sAd3OHVFnPgeTimc0mmoRwS_x-o5g7BWdAHavxD_lJ61l6Aj8_sy42RCrAVXRQFL7fnbuqe2pE0EZXEJIpour5KYAhvWvtzDliTzXMzgd7zKKwHaO3NMxo32Eb674blNiPcylghBMVgW2EpRe8Rc2kTjAh3Ez3NnBDkYsAoQSjB4BDK0l84566qQpuB-1vnxfzfAVTpn33NQF63bV1e97bBuh5ACV8EPu8P5WP3SXee6E_Vk626o8EqTcXd7NGjlZuYJ13f7upI6K2YwtLTEkH5w9Wr4yQGUUI7tunQfKdcLh567V8XmqbMx9_6IR72vAEFrfD02djNUmpwL6hKcBclRuJH17RT_bwnt7ZZt1fae7cHtQasU8oW5T4wyMNNHzPYHK2kEuhLvx4gcWmfikrh3CdCiF4mSIcAt0tRwJx39LhQgjGh-8MYRPwanxxk41a-6XHFPOiOK3o5vcnVR74gLqFHai-eakEyDxdmuRaqC4YdTLu1fWjEHK8PBZKLgOYjIHMFzMMXA4Z0wvFSABRvaGk6cQ2ytasTUAH6azCycLpJ5pRVFtt7t3BBej3utqAL958FNPTH2D&hl=en-US&shndl=21&shem=vslcca&source=sh%2Fx%2Ffbx%2Fm1%2F1&kgs=dbf15ef8833ecfa6]roll a 4-sided die[/url] and use the day's event table to determine what strange and wacky event takes place! [LIST=1] [*][size=4]For a moment, you become lost in the forest. What do you do? How do you get back to the group? [*][size=4][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/102345859][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/1023459/102345859p.png[/img][/url] While taking a break in the forest, you see Mortemer sneak off away from the group. Following them, it seems they've found some sort of small, cute plant creature and is speaking to it in an odd, gurgling language you don't understand. When he sees you, he seems embarassed before holding out the sprout as though asking if you want to try talking to it too. [*][size=4][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91511229][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/915113/91511229p.png[/img][/url] Lullaby seems to enjoy talking, although his voice changes from story to story. Eventually an older, wisened voice asks you if you remember the dragon that dreamed of you once, your creator. Whether or not you do, he listens carefully to your tale. [*][size=4]In this new dream, you notice something interesting on the wall. An old photograph is hung up of a dragon family: a tundra, a spiral and their fae son. They look happy in this photo, but you feel an unusual sense of sorrow from seeing it. [/list]

1 - For a moment, you become lost in the forest. What do you do? How do you get back to the group? [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101551052][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1015511/101551052_350.png[/img][/url] Bluefire walks somewhere in the middle of the group as they traverse the forest, resting as they do. After a long time of walking has passed, she leaves the resting dragons to find a stream of water to drink from, and to try and get her bearings on just how far they've travelled. The air in the forest is golden, outlining every leaf and distant tree clearly. Stood here, with no sound but almost silently flowing water and the air comfortably warm, she starts to feel drowsy. Quickly she shakes herself awake and goes to walk back to the clearing - she will be of no use if she's asleep should something happen. Lost in thought, she walks for several minutes down the long path, before it peters out into the undergrowth. In spite of the roots, the ground is just clear enough for her to walk, but there is no clear path or signs of travel. Her ears pull back slightly, and she rears onto her hind legs to try and peer over the taller shrubs. No one is hidden just beyond her usual line of sight. Not wanting to waste any time, she travels back down the path to a river at a quick pace, returning to where she started in just half the time. But there's no sign of another path she could have taken. She moves almost in a circle, rising at regular intervals to try and catch a glimpse of the right direction - there! Just across the river is a clear cut path down to the bank, complete with various sets of footprints coming to and from the very edge of the water. A few scales and feathers have been trodden into the mud, further signs of life. Without thinking, she walks toward the river, but brings herself to an abrupt halt right before she dips a single toe into the water. She doesn't remember crossing the river at any point. Pricking her ears, Bluefire listens for several minutes, and tries to scent the still air. Are those footsteps, in the distance? The group might be leaving without her. She raises one foot quickly, but then lowers it slowly. The group is travelling through dreams, but there might be a powerful nightmare nearby, trying to isolate her. In any case, a group as large as the figments would leave an obvious trail to follow if they were truly moving on. In spite of the nagging insistence at the back of her mind that if she doesn't hurry up and get back to the group she'll become irretrivably lost, she leans down and peers into the water, trying to get a glimpse of what might be lying beneath the surface. Nothing but murky shadows cast by herself and the surrounding trees. Occasionally, she gets glimpses of the rocks at the bottom of the river. No immediate threat made clear, she steps carefully into the water. It's deceptively shallow, but between the rocks her feet sink into the mud up to her knees. The river isn't impossible to cross like this, but her ears are pressed as tightly to her skull as they can go, and both herself and the air around her starts to flicker and blur until there's no clear division where Bluefire ends and the environment begins. After mere minutes, she pulls herself up onto the opposite bank, legs coated in mud and much of her fur soaking wet. Nonetheless, nothing had attacked her, and she remains unaccoseted as she reaches the clearing. Most of the group had indeed moved on, but to her good fortune there are a number of figments still packing up and ensuring the last stragglers were still with them. She doesn't approach immediately, but relaxes as it becomes clear that all the dragons here are real - well, as real as figments can be - and pulls her legs through the grass to wipe off the mud. Her mane is uncomfortably heavy, but she supposes it won't be too long walking before the warmth and movement of air lets it dry. Was that one of the powerful nightmare's she's heard of nearby, the natural unstability of a dream, or someone just playing a prank? She resolves to ask the Director or one of the more experienced figments about it. However, many at the back are either unexperienced in her or teaching said figments about what they can expect on this journey, and by the time she is able to get to the front and start building up the courage to ask, they are passing through a threshold to another dream. She hears someone shout, [i]"Back, foul beasts!"[/i]...